Update on Him...you know...The One

I got a phone call on Sunday.

I was in the middle of a date.

I heard that all too familiar ringtone.

That ringtone that I haven't heard for about two weeks. The ringtone I thought I would never hear again.

Hurriedly grabbed my phone from my purse. Looked at my date and said "Excuse me, I have to take this."

Because you know when He calls I always answer. Even if I'm in the process of getting to know someone else.

He's still that important to me.

I walked a few feet away and answered.

His voice on the line. My heart in my throat.

He asked where I was. I replied that I had moved. Didn't He remember? I told Him the last time that I was moving that week.

But all that was forgiven as I heard His voice. Low and scratchy. I knew He hadn't been sleeping. I knew He was upset about something. I could hear it. I could feel it.

As He told me His troubles I felt helpless. Helpless with a touch of panicky-caged-animal feeling because I was so far away and couldn't go straight to His house.

I wanted to help Him. I wanted to do something. Anything.

If He had told me to come back I would have. I would have booked the next flight out of this city that I'm really beginning to like and go back.

That would not have been a smart move, I know this, but at that very moment I would've done anything He asked.

We finished talking. I hung up. I walked back to my date.

My date looked at me concerned and asked if I was alright. I guess I had a look on my face. That certain just-got-done-talking-to-Him look that I know so well. I've seen it before. On my own face.

I told him that Yes, I was fine.

I really wasn't. I felt wrung-out. Again. I felt like crying. Again. 

He hadn't asked me to come back. He didn't say that He missed me. Although, I know that He does. Why else would He call? I'm the one that comforts Him and listens to Him without judgment or without interrupting by telling Him what I think He should do.

I just listen.

I just care too much.

Stay tuned,
Shelby